28-06-2026, 11:43 AM
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The Party (Act 2- Home tour)
The crowd had started thinning out. Most people had eaten heavily and were now leaving in small groups. The once-loud house was slowly quieting down. Only a few people remained scattered around the unfurnished rooms.
Monica glanced at the time and turned to Ustad.
“Ustad Miyan, we should also get going now. I have office tomorrow… plus my in-laws are alone at home.”
Ustad, who was standing with a drink in his hand, looked at her and spoke in a firm, dominant tone.
“Oh, in-laws… nothing will happen to them. I haven’t even shown you the house properly and you’re already talking about leaving?”
Monica was about to reply when Rakesh hesitantly spoke up. “Ustad bhai… it’s getting late. My mother must be waiting. Maybe next time—”
Ustad kept his hand on Rakesh’s shoulder, asserting his authority. He cut him off sharply, his voice rising. “Arre, Rakesh bachcha, Don’t worry about your mother, I will talk to her if there are any issues.”
Rakesh went quiet, his face flushed with embarrassment.
Monica felt a sudden rush at ustad’s authoritative handling of her husband, especially ustad calling him bachcha. She felt her pussy getting wet. She felt sorry for her husband but strangely aroused by it as well. She could no longer control how her body was reacting to this situation.
Ustad turned back to Monica with a grin. “Let’s have one vodka shot before we go for the house tour. They all downed the shots together.
The upper floor was mostly unfurnished, but it had large windows and better lighting. He first took them to the master bedroom. It was a big, empty room with windows on one side.
Ustad looked at Monica and asked, “The bed can be placed that side, Monica?”
Monica walked into the centre of the room and looked around. She observed the direction of the windows and the light breeze coming in.
“Wait…” she said, walking towards the other side. “The breeze from the south comes from there. It’s better if we place it here… no?”
She said it so naturally — using the word “we” — that Rakesh felt his stomach twist.
We? His mind started racing. What does she mean by ‘we’? Is she thinking about shifting here? Living in this house with Ustad? What the fuck is she doing?
Ustad nodded, completely missing Rakesh’s reaction.“Good observation, Monica. You’re right. This side makes more sense.”
They moved to the kitchen area next. Ustad stood near the entrance and said,
“I want to be able to see the person cooking from the drawing room.”
Monica laughed, her tone light but teasing. “your maid will come and cook. What will you keep watching the maid for so long?”
Ustad grinned. “But you can also come & cook for me”
Monica smacked his arm playfully. “Maybe. If you ask me nicely, Ustad Miya”
Rakesh was irritated by her reply. She did not like to cook even at home. She mostly had the maid do it. And now, she was agreeing to cook for Ustad.
They walked further and reached the bathroom. It was a large, unfinished space. Ustad pointed towards one corner. “So the plan is to place the bathtub over there.”
Monica’s eyes lit up with genuine excitement. “Woow… bathtub is a great idea. You must have it.”
Ustad grinned, looking directly at her. “Yeah… I saw it in your washroom that day. So I thought we should have it too.”
Monica smiled, a playful glint in her eyes, remembering how ustad had grabbed her ass in her bathroom. Her pussy was heating up.
“Yeah… after a hard day, nothing like it.” she replied.
They both walked towards the corner where the bathtub was supposed to go. Rakesh stood a few steps behind, watching them closely.
Ustad asked. “Is this space too narrow for two people to be together?”
The question hung in the air, thick with tension. Monica smiled slowly — a naughty, knowing smile — and stepped closer to the marked space. She ran her fingers lightly along the wall as she spoke.
“No.. I think the space is enough. Look, buy the large one. The branded one. It will easily fit two people… comfortably.”
" The large white ones ?" Ustad moved close behind monica. His crotch almost brushing her plump ass.
Monica didn’t move away. She stayed standing close to him, feeling his dick on her ass.
“Exactly,” she said softly. “You should get a good one. Deep and wide. So there’s no discomfort… no matter what position you’re in.” Monica giggled
Rakesh stood frozen a few feet behind them. He could hear every word. His chest felt tight. What the fuck are they talking about? Is she really discussing how to fuck in a bathtub with Ustad right in front of me?
Ustad nodded slowly, still looking at the space.
“Yeah… will order it tomorrow. Monica, will you mind if you can come down one day after office on your way back home? Just to check if the brand and the fittings are good enough”
Rakesh felt like someone had punched him in the gut. He wants her to come and check the bathtub? With him? Does he want her to sit inside it with him ? What the fuck Ustad means?
Monica remained completely nonchalant. “Can’t promise… but I’ll try. I guess it should be fine.”
Just then, Monica’s phone started ringing. She looked at the screen and said,“I have to take this. You guys continue.” She stepped out of the bathroom to attend the call.
The moment she left, Rakesh turned to Ustad, his voice low and uneasy.
“Ustad Miya… your bathroom doesn’t have a door yet?”
Ustad looked at him and grinned crudely. “What’s the need behenchod? I stay alone "
Rakesh shifted uncomfortably. “Still… I mean..”
Ustad shrugged, “Not a big deal for me yet. Will see in future. ”
me downstairs. Most of the guests had already left after eating biryani, and only Ustad, his two cousins, MoThe Party (Act 3- The Maid)
They canica, and Rakesh remained.
Monica was feeling a strange, restless heat between her legs. The entire evening — the attention, the flirting, the way men had been staring at her body — had left her pussy wet. She was also strangely aroused by ustad’s domineering behavior towards Rakesh. Especially, the way he called him bachcha.
On top of that, she had a sudden, intense craving for something sweet. Good that Ustad had ordered Phirni from a nearby shop…
Ustad told Rakesh to open the box of Phirni- the dessert.
She looked at Ustad and asked, “Plates?”
Ustad looked around casually and said, “We don’t have extra plates here. Who will do the dishes now, Monica?”
Rakesh let out a short laugh and said, “Monica will definitely not do dishes. I know her.”
Ustad nodded. “Okay… then let me ask my cousins. Though they’re drunk as fuck.”
Before Ustad could call them, Monica interrupted sharply, her voice carrying a clear edge.
“Rakesh, who said I won’t do the dishes? Since when have you started taking decisions on my behalf, huh?”
Rakesh looked at her, surprised. “But it’s really dirty… and it’s getting late, Monica and you never do dishes at home”
Monica’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Let me decide that.” She stood up and asked Ustad sweetly,
“Ustad Miya… where is the dishwasher?...Let me help you guys…”
Ustad interrupted “No it’s okay, your husband does not like it seems!”
Monica smiled sassily “ You can ignore his rants for the time being… Ustad Miyan “
Ustad pointed towards the bathroom. “Over there. You can use the bathroom basin. It hasnt been used so far, so its still clean. The kitchen tap don't have water at this hour. I am sorry for unnecessary trouble.”
Monica smiled, her voice soft and almost caring. “I don’t mind, Ustad Miya. You stay alone… it must be just so tough for you, no?”
Ustad smiled. “I am used to it.”
Monica turned slightly and looked at Rakesh with a sweet but poisonous smile.
“Don’t worry. I will make your kitchen look perfect in a while. In the meantime, just teach my hubby how to build those biceps like you Ustad Saab…Why, Rakesh? That’s needed, right?” She said jokingly.
Ustad smirked at Rakesh, folding his arms to strut his biceps. “Don’t worry. I will college Rakesh bachcha.”
Both Monica and Ustad laughed.
Rakesh’s stood stunned. Monica had never willingly done dishes in her life. . She had always hated touching dirty plates. And now she was openly offering to do them in this filthy, half-constructed bathroom. On top of that, the comment about building muscles up was adding insult to injury. He knew his wife was joking, but the way she said it, felt like a taunt.
He looked away, unable to respond as ustad helped monica carry the dirty plates in the washroom.
The sight of monica doing the dishes was something else. The visuals of an upper class hot corporate woman clad in tight fitting kurti, tight leggings adorned with mangalsutra and red choodha, working as a maid for in a half finished bathroom were intoxicating.
She stood over the bathroom basin, which was full of dirty plates, leftover biryani, and sticky food waste. Her short kurti had ridden up because of bending forward, clearly showing the full, round shape of her fleshy ass in the tight white leggings. Every time she moved, her heavy ass cheeks shifted and jiggled visibly.
Her red choodha clanked against the steel plates as she washed them. The running water often splashed back, wetting the front of her kurti. The thin fabric started clinging to her full breasts, making the outline of her Bra faintly visible. Her manicured fingers with pretty black nail polish were now covered in dirty water. Yet she continued washing without complaint, her movements almost graceful despite the filth.
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Ustad, Rakesh and the 2 cousins were seated on the sofa witnessing this spectacular scene. Ustad felt a visceral pride at having a high class corporate executive like Monica work as his maid, while her husband sat helplessly, unable to do anything.
While Monica washed the dishes she felt a sudden clarity. She finally understood the strange patterns of arousal & disappointments with her husband’s sexual performance that she had been feeling since the train incident.
Despite being an ambitious independent woman, deep down she had always felt the need for support of a strong man. Rakesh was kind, supportive and stable, but he was not assertive and lacked spine. She could override him anytime she wanted. He was never possessive over her, like a man should be. He was hesitant, under confident, always running to his mother for advice. She needed a man for a husband, not a mommy’s boy.
In this moment, while she was hunched over the basin, she knew exactly what she was doing. She was punishing Rakesh. She wanted to humiliate him, for abandoning the responsibilities of being a husband, who fulfils all her womanly needs, someone who makes her feel like a giggly teenage girl, safe in his arms.
She felt a strange sense of power and arousal as she did this. She wanted to show him how low she was willing to go just to make him feel small. In her mind, Rakesh was nothing but a pathetic, weak, tiny-dicked sissy who had never once stood up for her. And tonight, she was going to enjoy breaking whatever little pride he had left.
Suddenly, she rolled back her dark thoughts. Maybe, she got carried away a bit in her thoughts. Yes, Rakesh had his faults but he was still a good man. She should not be so hard on him.
Deep down she hoped, her action will fire that competitive spirit within Rakesh, he will feel more possessive over her. He will change his ways and be the man she wants him to be.
She desperately hoped it happens. Her marriage is on the line and all she wanted was a happy possessive sexually charged marriage. Where the man makes her feel wanted and craved for every day. Was she just being demanding ? Or is it Rakesh never has that balls within him ? May be after today shenanigans, She will be successful in waking up the beast within her pathetic husband. She was still hopeful..
Every time she bent forward to scrub a plate, she made sure her ass was pushed out a little more. Every time water splashed on her kurti, she didn’t move away. She let it get wet. She let Ustad & his cousins stare.
The two cousins looked for excuses to come near the bathroom. They stood at the door, watching her. Both of them were clearly hard. One of them kept adjusting his crotch while staring directly at Monica’s ass as she bent over the sink. The other one licked his lips every time water splashed on her kurti and made it stick to her chest.
Rakesh watched all of this feeling smaller & smaller. Yes, he was angry but he felt hints of arousal as well. He was ashamed of the way his body was reacting.
While Monica was scrubbing a particularly dirty plate, the two drunk cousins walked into the bathroom.
Monica turned her head slightly and asked in a playful tone, “What do you guys want?”
One of them, slurring badly, said, “We need to pee…”
Monica smirked without looking at them. “Okay, do it. I am not looking. And flush properly before you leave… it’s already stinking in here.”
The first cousin stood in front of the commode and started peeing. The second one stood beside Monica, staring openly at her ass as she remained bent over the sink. He was already rock hard from watching her all evening. As he pulled his dick out and started peeing, his hand trembled violently. Instead of aiming at the commode, his hard cock swung towards Monica.
He couldn’t control it. A hot, forceful stream of urine splashed directly onto the back of Monica’s thighs and soaked into her white leggings. The warm, wet sensation spread quickly across her skin.
Monica shouted in anger, “What the fuck did you just do?!”
The cousin stood there frozen, his dick still out and throbbing, staring at the dark wet patch he had created on her leggings.
Ustad hearing Monica shout rushed into the bathroom. “What’s the matter?”
Monica said angrily, pointing at the second cousin, “What the fuck!! He… he just peed on me!”
Ustad’s face darkened. He grabbed both cousins by their collars and slapped them hard across the face. “Bhenchod… gandu!”
The first cousin said fearfully, “Not me, Ustad chacha… it’s him!”
The second one stammered, “He pushed me hard, chacha…”
Ustad was about to hit them again when Monica spoke up. She had calmed a bit by then..
“Ustad ..Stop…It’s okay… they are young and they are clearly drunk. please leave them. I don’t want you hitting them with that monster body of yours”
Here voice sharp and irritated ….
She turned to the cousins. “You both just get lost…Right Now!!!!.”
The “Right Now” echoed heavily inside the bathroom.
The two cousins quickly scampered off.
Monica looked at Ustad and said, “They are drunk, Ustad Miyan… you should escort them off, no?.. Or else they will surely create more ruckus”
Ustad nodded. “I will ask a neighbour to drop them off. Aab dono niklo yaha se, gandu.”
A neighbour came and took the two cousins away.
Rakesh, who had seen everything from the doorway, came up to Monica and asked quietly, “U okay, Monica?”
She looked at him and replied flatly, “Yea..I did not see that coming Rakesh … my new leggings got dirty.”
Rakesh gulped. “Oh… we should leave now, Monica… it’s almost 11:30?”
Monica snapped, her voice sharp, “Rakesh, are you in your senses? With these stinking leggings, I will go all the way back home? ”
Ustad looked at Rakesh coldly. “Rakesh bachcha… hey, it’s fine. I will take care of it.
Rakesh tried to speak. “But—”
Ustad kept his hand on Rakesh’s shoulder, like he had done earlier. With his eyes, he was able to stare down Rakesh. Rakesh meekly shut his mouth.
Monica felt disappointed, as she saw that Rakesh was again unable to stand his ground.
Rakesh once at least once you should hold your ground na ..Wondered Monica
At the same time, she was excited to see how ustad had put her husband in his place.
Monica looked down at her wet, urine-soaked leggings and made a disgusted face. “Ustad Miya, it’s really stinking. What will I do now?”
Ustad went inside and came back with a pair of his own trousers.
Monica looked at them and smiled playfully.
She turned slightly, pushing her ass out towards him.
“You think your trousers will fit me?” she hinted towards her ass with her eyes.
Ustad smirked, openly staring at her round, fleshy ass. “I know these wont fit you. But the only other option is that you stay bottomless. Your kurti can still protect your ….hmmm….modesty.”
Monica pondered over Ustad’s suggestions. She liked the idea. She wont be exposing too much. She had worn bikinis at public beaches before. Very skimpy two piece Bikini. This was much less exposure.
It would serve another purpose for her. She can further put Rakesh in his place. Maybe, this would aggravate the sleeping man within him.
Monica said sweetly, “Hey, the door is bolted, right? Let me get rid of these leggings then. After that we’ll see.”
Ustad immediately went and bolted the main door from inside.
Monica stood in the middle of the room. Very slowly, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her wet white leggings. She bent forward as she started pulling them down, giving both Ustad and Rakesh a full, unobstructed view of her ass.
The wet fabric peeled off her skin inch by inch. As it slid down her thighs, her smooth, fair skin was revealed. The tiny black thong she was wearing underneath disappeared completely between her plump ass cheeks. When she bent further to pull the leggings off her feet, the high hem of her kurti rode up completely, exposing some of her bare ass. The thin strip of her thong did nothing to hide the way her cheeks spread slightly as she moved.
She stood up straight, now wearing only her deep maroon kurti and tiny black thong. The kurti was short enough that with the slightest movement, her bare ass cheeks were visible from behind. The front of kurti was wet, which made it see through and outline of her thong covering her pussy mound was visible.
She picked up the wet, pee-soaked leggings and casually threw them at Rakesh. They landed on his lap with a wet slap. Rakesh recoiled in disgust, the strong, acrid smell of urine hitting him immediately. He looked nauseated.
Monica looked at Ustad and said in a soft, almost shy voice, “Now don’t stare at me like that and make me conscious, Ustad Miyan…”
Ustad was openly ogling her ass, his eyes dark with lust. He didn’t even try to hide it.
What a sight it was. An upper class corporate executive standing bottomless wearing just a kurti and a thong, complete with her mangalsutra, choodha and sindoor which highlighted her married status.
Monica walked towards the bathroom to wash her hands, her thick ass swaying under her maroon kurti, bottom of her ass cheeks showing.
“I am really craving for the phirni…” she said, as she disappeared in the bathroom.
Ustad nodded. “Yeah… let me open it. You wanna share with me? Let’s give another one to Rakesh?”
Rakesh looked up weakly. “No… I won’t have it.”
Monica on her way back from the bathroom said, “Rak, please have it… it’s good. Ustad Miyan got it for you.”
She brought out her kind, sympathetic eyes. Rakesh quietly agreed.
Monica walked over to the small plastic table where the Phirni was kept. Both Ustad and Rakesh felt she would try to wear the trouser which Ustad offered her. But No.
She didn’t bother picking up the trousers Ustad had offered her. Instead, she simply pulled out one of the plastic chairs and sat down, as if she were still fully dressed.
The moment her bare ass touched the cool plastic, she felt it. The chair was slightly cold against her warm skin, and because she was wearing only the tiny black thong, she could feel the smooth surface directly against her pussy and the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. She crossed her legs slowly. The thin strip of her thong disappeared completely between her plump ass.
The high slits of her deep maroon kurti did nothing to hide the smooth, fair skin of her thighs or the way her bare ass spread slightly against the chair.
She sat with her back straight, one leg crossed over the other, she made no attempt to cover herself. She behaved exactly as she would have if she were wearing jeans or a salwar
Ustad brought two bowls of Phirni and placed one in front of her before sitting down opposite her. His eyes moved slowly over her exposed thighs and the way her bare ass looked against the plastic. He didn’t try to hide the hard tent his massive dick was making inside his trousers...
Monica noticed that huge tent...
She picked up the spoon and took a slow bite of the cold, creamy phirni. The sweetness spread across her tongue.
She looked at his bulging tent. “Mmm… this is really good,” she said, licking the spoon as if admiring his huge tent....“Where did you get it from?”
Ustad smiled, still watching her. " You mean the Phirni or "
" Of course, the Phirni you naughty man, I know where did you get the other thing from besharam " Monica pouted playfully...
“well...from the same place we ordered the biryani. Not bad, right?”
Monica nodded, taking another spoonful.
“Not bad at all,” she said. “Sweet enough, but not too heavy.”
She shifted slightly in her chair, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. The movement made the kurti ride up further on one side, exposing even more of her bare ass to the cool air. She didn’t adjust it. She simply continued eating as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
She could feel Ustad’s eyes on her body. She could also feel Rakesh’s stare from the sofa — heavy, shocked, and humiliated. A small, dark satisfaction bloomed in her chest.
Look at him… sitting there like a kicked dog. After everything he did — gambling behind my back, letting these men flirt with me, then having the audacity to lecture me like he has any right — this is what he deserves. Let him watch. Let him feel what it’s like to be completely powerless. Maaybe he will be more assertive in future. Take some lessons from this evening’s events.
She took another bite of Phirni, slower this time. The cold sweetness lingered on her tongue while the cool air touched her exposed pussy and ass. She could feel the tiny thong clinging to her, slightly damp now — not just from earlier, but from her own growing arousal.
The fact that she was sitting almost naked in front of another man while her husband watched from a distance… it should have felt wrong. But instead, it felt powerful. It felt like revenge. It felt like she was finally doing something for herself after months of being controlled and restricted.
Am I going too far? This isn’t like me… or is it? Maybe I’ve just been pretending to be someone I’m not all this time.
She moved away from Ustad. She looked at Rakesh and said “lets go, honey. We are really getting late!!”
Rakesh breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, the night was done.
Ustad interrupted “ Rakesh, you are drunk, let me drive you back home guys!! ”
Rakesh trying desperately to be the man “ No No..Ustad Miyan bahut meherbani, I can drive easily trust me”
Monica laughed “Stop being the Hero Rakesh, You think you can drive after putting in so many pegs, don’t create any more scene here. Give me the keys I will drive….”
Ustad looked at her “ In this way, you will drive ?, there will be people on the road…” He hinted at her bottomless state.
Monica replied casually “ I am not naked guys, I can perfectly manage. No worries. Ustad Miyan Thanks for the concern ..but if you drop us off you won’t have anything to come back and it’s really late..so trust me we will be just fine”
Rakesh did not like it but he agreed quietly. There was no point arguing with his wife right now.
As they hit the highway, Rakesh tried to push his voice,
“Monica I told you doing dishes was such a bad idea “
Monica applied brake suddenly and replied “ Rak, don’t dare yell at me, I was just trying to help him. He stays alone…. arranged dinner for a truckload of people , was really sweet in ordering desserts because I was craving sweets....and we turn out so snobbish …Really ? And you say they are your friends Rakesh .. Wahhh… ”
Rakesh cleared his throat “So…So.. you will roam naked in front of my friends”
“ Rakesh, hey wait don’t dare talk to me like that, it was just for 5 or 10 minutes and I had no choice , they fucking peed on me… What would you have done in my place ?”
“Right you have a reason for everything, and for God sake what type of panties you have started wearing these days ? I mean… the entire betting ring of Delhi will now know my wife wears such slutty thongs underneath..”
“Woa.now I have to defend my choice of lingerie to you, Listen Rakesh I just should not have come today with you… I just should have sat back home and let you bet away all your salary “
“Right Monica, so this is also my fault.. .. you becoming such a desirable slut for my friends is my fault ..correct ?”
“Fuck you Rakesh, and trust me your friends are more man than you?” Monica presses the accelerator furiously in anger…
“what do you mean Monica “
“You know very well what I mean dude. You saw…you saw… Ustad Miya’s big….thing very well… and act all naïve.huh “
“ Monica so you are comparing me to that Goonda”
“ I will if u accuse me of stuff I never intended to do .now just shut that fat mouth of yours “
Later Upon reaching Home, Monica apologized “ Hey I did not mean to hurt you, I am sorry”
Rakesh nodded ..
Monica came closer and hugged and kissed Rakesh “ hey please I am sorry , I am really sorry , trust me ..I did not mean to compare you with him, I love you “
Rakesh nodded and kissed his wife back..
The crowd had started thinning out. Most people had eaten heavily and were now leaving in small groups. The once-loud house was slowly quieting down. Only a few people remained scattered around the unfurnished rooms.
Monica glanced at the time and turned to Ustad.
“Ustad Miyan, we should also get going now. I have office tomorrow… plus my in-laws are alone at home.”
Ustad, who was standing with a drink in his hand, looked at her and spoke in a firm, dominant tone.
“Oh, in-laws… nothing will happen to them. I haven’t even shown you the house properly and you’re already talking about leaving?”
Monica was about to reply when Rakesh hesitantly spoke up. “Ustad bhai… it’s getting late. My mother must be waiting. Maybe next time—”
Ustad kept his hand on Rakesh’s shoulder, asserting his authority. He cut him off sharply, his voice rising. “Arre, Rakesh bachcha, Don’t worry about your mother, I will talk to her if there are any issues.”
Rakesh went quiet, his face flushed with embarrassment.
Monica felt a sudden rush at ustad’s authoritative handling of her husband, especially ustad calling him bachcha. She felt her pussy getting wet. She felt sorry for her husband but strangely aroused by it as well. She could no longer control how her body was reacting to this situation.
Ustad turned back to Monica with a grin. “Let’s have one vodka shot before we go for the house tour. They all downed the shots together.
The upper floor was mostly unfurnished, but it had large windows and better lighting. He first took them to the master bedroom. It was a big, empty room with windows on one side.
Ustad looked at Monica and asked, “The bed can be placed that side, Monica?”
Monica walked into the centre of the room and looked around. She observed the direction of the windows and the light breeze coming in.
“Wait…” she said, walking towards the other side. “The breeze from the south comes from there. It’s better if we place it here… no?”
She said it so naturally — using the word “we” — that Rakesh felt his stomach twist.
We? His mind started racing. What does she mean by ‘we’? Is she thinking about shifting here? Living in this house with Ustad? What the fuck is she doing?
Ustad nodded, completely missing Rakesh’s reaction.“Good observation, Monica. You’re right. This side makes more sense.”
They moved to the kitchen area next. Ustad stood near the entrance and said,
“I want to be able to see the person cooking from the drawing room.”
Monica laughed, her tone light but teasing. “your maid will come and cook. What will you keep watching the maid for so long?”
Ustad grinned. “But you can also come & cook for me”
Monica smacked his arm playfully. “Maybe. If you ask me nicely, Ustad Miya”
Rakesh was irritated by her reply. She did not like to cook even at home. She mostly had the maid do it. And now, she was agreeing to cook for Ustad.
They walked further and reached the bathroom. It was a large, unfinished space. Ustad pointed towards one corner. “So the plan is to place the bathtub over there.”
Monica’s eyes lit up with genuine excitement. “Woow… bathtub is a great idea. You must have it.”
Ustad grinned, looking directly at her. “Yeah… I saw it in your washroom that day. So I thought we should have it too.”
Monica smiled, a playful glint in her eyes, remembering how ustad had grabbed her ass in her bathroom. Her pussy was heating up.
“Yeah… after a hard day, nothing like it.” she replied.
They both walked towards the corner where the bathtub was supposed to go. Rakesh stood a few steps behind, watching them closely.
Ustad asked. “Is this space too narrow for two people to be together?”
The question hung in the air, thick with tension. Monica smiled slowly — a naughty, knowing smile — and stepped closer to the marked space. She ran her fingers lightly along the wall as she spoke.
“No.. I think the space is enough. Look, buy the large one. The branded one. It will easily fit two people… comfortably.”
" The large white ones ?" Ustad moved close behind monica. His crotch almost brushing her plump ass.
Monica didn’t move away. She stayed standing close to him, feeling his dick on her ass.
“Exactly,” she said softly. “You should get a good one. Deep and wide. So there’s no discomfort… no matter what position you’re in.” Monica giggled
Rakesh stood frozen a few feet behind them. He could hear every word. His chest felt tight. What the fuck are they talking about? Is she really discussing how to fuck in a bathtub with Ustad right in front of me?
Ustad nodded slowly, still looking at the space.
“Yeah… will order it tomorrow. Monica, will you mind if you can come down one day after office on your way back home? Just to check if the brand and the fittings are good enough”
Rakesh felt like someone had punched him in the gut. He wants her to come and check the bathtub? With him? Does he want her to sit inside it with him ? What the fuck Ustad means?
Monica remained completely nonchalant. “Can’t promise… but I’ll try. I guess it should be fine.”
Just then, Monica’s phone started ringing. She looked at the screen and said,“I have to take this. You guys continue.” She stepped out of the bathroom to attend the call.
The moment she left, Rakesh turned to Ustad, his voice low and uneasy.
“Ustad Miya… your bathroom doesn’t have a door yet?”
Ustad looked at him and grinned crudely. “What’s the need behenchod? I stay alone "
Rakesh shifted uncomfortably. “Still… I mean..”
Ustad shrugged, “Not a big deal for me yet. Will see in future. ”
me downstairs. Most of the guests had already left after eating biryani, and only Ustad, his two cousins, MoThe Party (Act 3- The Maid)
They canica, and Rakesh remained.
Monica was feeling a strange, restless heat between her legs. The entire evening — the attention, the flirting, the way men had been staring at her body — had left her pussy wet. She was also strangely aroused by ustad’s domineering behavior towards Rakesh. Especially, the way he called him bachcha.
On top of that, she had a sudden, intense craving for something sweet. Good that Ustad had ordered Phirni from a nearby shop…
Ustad told Rakesh to open the box of Phirni- the dessert.
She looked at Ustad and asked, “Plates?”
Ustad looked around casually and said, “We don’t have extra plates here. Who will do the dishes now, Monica?”
Rakesh let out a short laugh and said, “Monica will definitely not do dishes. I know her.”
Ustad nodded. “Okay… then let me ask my cousins. Though they’re drunk as fuck.”
Before Ustad could call them, Monica interrupted sharply, her voice carrying a clear edge.
“Rakesh, who said I won’t do the dishes? Since when have you started taking decisions on my behalf, huh?”
Rakesh looked at her, surprised. “But it’s really dirty… and it’s getting late, Monica and you never do dishes at home”
Monica’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Let me decide that.” She stood up and asked Ustad sweetly,
“Ustad Miya… where is the dishwasher?...Let me help you guys…”
Ustad interrupted “No it’s okay, your husband does not like it seems!”
Monica smiled sassily “ You can ignore his rants for the time being… Ustad Miyan “
Ustad pointed towards the bathroom. “Over there. You can use the bathroom basin. It hasnt been used so far, so its still clean. The kitchen tap don't have water at this hour. I am sorry for unnecessary trouble.”
Monica smiled, her voice soft and almost caring. “I don’t mind, Ustad Miya. You stay alone… it must be just so tough for you, no?”
Ustad smiled. “I am used to it.”
Monica turned slightly and looked at Rakesh with a sweet but poisonous smile.
“Don’t worry. I will make your kitchen look perfect in a while. In the meantime, just teach my hubby how to build those biceps like you Ustad Saab…Why, Rakesh? That’s needed, right?” She said jokingly.
Ustad smirked at Rakesh, folding his arms to strut his biceps. “Don’t worry. I will college Rakesh bachcha.”
Both Monica and Ustad laughed.
Rakesh’s stood stunned. Monica had never willingly done dishes in her life. . She had always hated touching dirty plates. And now she was openly offering to do them in this filthy, half-constructed bathroom. On top of that, the comment about building muscles up was adding insult to injury. He knew his wife was joking, but the way she said it, felt like a taunt.
He looked away, unable to respond as ustad helped monica carry the dirty plates in the washroom.
The sight of monica doing the dishes was something else. The visuals of an upper class hot corporate woman clad in tight fitting kurti, tight leggings adorned with mangalsutra and red choodha, working as a maid for in a half finished bathroom were intoxicating.
She stood over the bathroom basin, which was full of dirty plates, leftover biryani, and sticky food waste. Her short kurti had ridden up because of bending forward, clearly showing the full, round shape of her fleshy ass in the tight white leggings. Every time she moved, her heavy ass cheeks shifted and jiggled visibly.
Her red choodha clanked against the steel plates as she washed them. The running water often splashed back, wetting the front of her kurti. The thin fabric started clinging to her full breasts, making the outline of her Bra faintly visible. Her manicured fingers with pretty black nail polish were now covered in dirty water. Yet she continued washing without complaint, her movements almost graceful despite the filth.
Ustad, Rakesh and the 2 cousins were seated on the sofa witnessing this spectacular scene. Ustad felt a visceral pride at having a high class corporate executive like Monica work as his maid, while her husband sat helplessly, unable to do anything.
While Monica washed the dishes she felt a sudden clarity. She finally understood the strange patterns of arousal & disappointments with her husband’s sexual performance that she had been feeling since the train incident.
Despite being an ambitious independent woman, deep down she had always felt the need for support of a strong man. Rakesh was kind, supportive and stable, but he was not assertive and lacked spine. She could override him anytime she wanted. He was never possessive over her, like a man should be. He was hesitant, under confident, always running to his mother for advice. She needed a man for a husband, not a mommy’s boy.
In this moment, while she was hunched over the basin, she knew exactly what she was doing. She was punishing Rakesh. She wanted to humiliate him, for abandoning the responsibilities of being a husband, who fulfils all her womanly needs, someone who makes her feel like a giggly teenage girl, safe in his arms.
She felt a strange sense of power and arousal as she did this. She wanted to show him how low she was willing to go just to make him feel small. In her mind, Rakesh was nothing but a pathetic, weak, tiny-dicked sissy who had never once stood up for her. And tonight, she was going to enjoy breaking whatever little pride he had left.
Suddenly, she rolled back her dark thoughts. Maybe, she got carried away a bit in her thoughts. Yes, Rakesh had his faults but he was still a good man. She should not be so hard on him.
Deep down she hoped, her action will fire that competitive spirit within Rakesh, he will feel more possessive over her. He will change his ways and be the man she wants him to be.
She desperately hoped it happens. Her marriage is on the line and all she wanted was a happy possessive sexually charged marriage. Where the man makes her feel wanted and craved for every day. Was she just being demanding ? Or is it Rakesh never has that balls within him ? May be after today shenanigans, She will be successful in waking up the beast within her pathetic husband. She was still hopeful..
Every time she bent forward to scrub a plate, she made sure her ass was pushed out a little more. Every time water splashed on her kurti, she didn’t move away. She let it get wet. She let Ustad & his cousins stare.
The two cousins looked for excuses to come near the bathroom. They stood at the door, watching her. Both of them were clearly hard. One of them kept adjusting his crotch while staring directly at Monica’s ass as she bent over the sink. The other one licked his lips every time water splashed on her kurti and made it stick to her chest.
Rakesh watched all of this feeling smaller & smaller. Yes, he was angry but he felt hints of arousal as well. He was ashamed of the way his body was reacting.
While Monica was scrubbing a particularly dirty plate, the two drunk cousins walked into the bathroom.
Monica turned her head slightly and asked in a playful tone, “What do you guys want?”
One of them, slurring badly, said, “We need to pee…”
Monica smirked without looking at them. “Okay, do it. I am not looking. And flush properly before you leave… it’s already stinking in here.”
The first cousin stood in front of the commode and started peeing. The second one stood beside Monica, staring openly at her ass as she remained bent over the sink. He was already rock hard from watching her all evening. As he pulled his dick out and started peeing, his hand trembled violently. Instead of aiming at the commode, his hard cock swung towards Monica.
He couldn’t control it. A hot, forceful stream of urine splashed directly onto the back of Monica’s thighs and soaked into her white leggings. The warm, wet sensation spread quickly across her skin.
Monica shouted in anger, “What the fuck did you just do?!”
The cousin stood there frozen, his dick still out and throbbing, staring at the dark wet patch he had created on her leggings.
Ustad hearing Monica shout rushed into the bathroom. “What’s the matter?”
Monica said angrily, pointing at the second cousin, “What the fuck!! He… he just peed on me!”
Ustad’s face darkened. He grabbed both cousins by their collars and slapped them hard across the face. “Bhenchod… gandu!”
The first cousin said fearfully, “Not me, Ustad chacha… it’s him!”
The second one stammered, “He pushed me hard, chacha…”
Ustad was about to hit them again when Monica spoke up. She had calmed a bit by then..
“Ustad ..Stop…It’s okay… they are young and they are clearly drunk. please leave them. I don’t want you hitting them with that monster body of yours”
Here voice sharp and irritated ….
She turned to the cousins. “You both just get lost…Right Now!!!!.”
The “Right Now” echoed heavily inside the bathroom.
The two cousins quickly scampered off.
Monica looked at Ustad and said, “They are drunk, Ustad Miyan… you should escort them off, no?.. Or else they will surely create more ruckus”
Ustad nodded. “I will ask a neighbour to drop them off. Aab dono niklo yaha se, gandu.”
A neighbour came and took the two cousins away.
Rakesh, who had seen everything from the doorway, came up to Monica and asked quietly, “U okay, Monica?”
She looked at him and replied flatly, “Yea..I did not see that coming Rakesh … my new leggings got dirty.”
Rakesh gulped. “Oh… we should leave now, Monica… it’s almost 11:30?”
Monica snapped, her voice sharp, “Rakesh, are you in your senses? With these stinking leggings, I will go all the way back home? ”
Ustad looked at Rakesh coldly. “Rakesh bachcha… hey, it’s fine. I will take care of it.
Rakesh tried to speak. “But—”
Ustad kept his hand on Rakesh’s shoulder, like he had done earlier. With his eyes, he was able to stare down Rakesh. Rakesh meekly shut his mouth.
Monica felt disappointed, as she saw that Rakesh was again unable to stand his ground.
Rakesh once at least once you should hold your ground na ..Wondered Monica
At the same time, she was excited to see how ustad had put her husband in his place.
Monica looked down at her wet, urine-soaked leggings and made a disgusted face. “Ustad Miya, it’s really stinking. What will I do now?”
Ustad went inside and came back with a pair of his own trousers.
Monica looked at them and smiled playfully.
She turned slightly, pushing her ass out towards him.
“You think your trousers will fit me?” she hinted towards her ass with her eyes.
Ustad smirked, openly staring at her round, fleshy ass. “I know these wont fit you. But the only other option is that you stay bottomless. Your kurti can still protect your ….hmmm….modesty.”
Monica pondered over Ustad’s suggestions. She liked the idea. She wont be exposing too much. She had worn bikinis at public beaches before. Very skimpy two piece Bikini. This was much less exposure.
It would serve another purpose for her. She can further put Rakesh in his place. Maybe, this would aggravate the sleeping man within him.
Monica said sweetly, “Hey, the door is bolted, right? Let me get rid of these leggings then. After that we’ll see.”
Ustad immediately went and bolted the main door from inside.
Monica stood in the middle of the room. Very slowly, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her wet white leggings. She bent forward as she started pulling them down, giving both Ustad and Rakesh a full, unobstructed view of her ass.
The wet fabric peeled off her skin inch by inch. As it slid down her thighs, her smooth, fair skin was revealed. The tiny black thong she was wearing underneath disappeared completely between her plump ass cheeks. When she bent further to pull the leggings off her feet, the high hem of her kurti rode up completely, exposing some of her bare ass. The thin strip of her thong did nothing to hide the way her cheeks spread slightly as she moved.
She stood up straight, now wearing only her deep maroon kurti and tiny black thong. The kurti was short enough that with the slightest movement, her bare ass cheeks were visible from behind. The front of kurti was wet, which made it see through and outline of her thong covering her pussy mound was visible.
She picked up the wet, pee-soaked leggings and casually threw them at Rakesh. They landed on his lap with a wet slap. Rakesh recoiled in disgust, the strong, acrid smell of urine hitting him immediately. He looked nauseated.
Monica looked at Ustad and said in a soft, almost shy voice, “Now don’t stare at me like that and make me conscious, Ustad Miyan…”
Ustad was openly ogling her ass, his eyes dark with lust. He didn’t even try to hide it.
What a sight it was. An upper class corporate executive standing bottomless wearing just a kurti and a thong, complete with her mangalsutra, choodha and sindoor which highlighted her married status.
Monica walked towards the bathroom to wash her hands, her thick ass swaying under her maroon kurti, bottom of her ass cheeks showing.
“I am really craving for the phirni…” she said, as she disappeared in the bathroom.
Ustad nodded. “Yeah… let me open it. You wanna share with me? Let’s give another one to Rakesh?”
Rakesh looked up weakly. “No… I won’t have it.”
Monica on her way back from the bathroom said, “Rak, please have it… it’s good. Ustad Miyan got it for you.”
She brought out her kind, sympathetic eyes. Rakesh quietly agreed.
Monica walked over to the small plastic table where the Phirni was kept. Both Ustad and Rakesh felt she would try to wear the trouser which Ustad offered her. But No.
She didn’t bother picking up the trousers Ustad had offered her. Instead, she simply pulled out one of the plastic chairs and sat down, as if she were still fully dressed.
The moment her bare ass touched the cool plastic, she felt it. The chair was slightly cold against her warm skin, and because she was wearing only the tiny black thong, she could feel the smooth surface directly against her pussy and the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. She crossed her legs slowly. The thin strip of her thong disappeared completely between her plump ass.
The high slits of her deep maroon kurti did nothing to hide the smooth, fair skin of her thighs or the way her bare ass spread slightly against the chair.
She sat with her back straight, one leg crossed over the other, she made no attempt to cover herself. She behaved exactly as she would have if she were wearing jeans or a salwar
Ustad brought two bowls of Phirni and placed one in front of her before sitting down opposite her. His eyes moved slowly over her exposed thighs and the way her bare ass looked against the plastic. He didn’t try to hide the hard tent his massive dick was making inside his trousers...
Monica noticed that huge tent...
She picked up the spoon and took a slow bite of the cold, creamy phirni. The sweetness spread across her tongue.
She looked at his bulging tent. “Mmm… this is really good,” she said, licking the spoon as if admiring his huge tent....“Where did you get it from?”
Ustad smiled, still watching her. " You mean the Phirni or "
" Of course, the Phirni you naughty man, I know where did you get the other thing from besharam " Monica pouted playfully...
“well...from the same place we ordered the biryani. Not bad, right?”
Monica nodded, taking another spoonful.
“Not bad at all,” she said. “Sweet enough, but not too heavy.”
She shifted slightly in her chair, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. The movement made the kurti ride up further on one side, exposing even more of her bare ass to the cool air. She didn’t adjust it. She simply continued eating as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
She could feel Ustad’s eyes on her body. She could also feel Rakesh’s stare from the sofa — heavy, shocked, and humiliated. A small, dark satisfaction bloomed in her chest.
Look at him… sitting there like a kicked dog. After everything he did — gambling behind my back, letting these men flirt with me, then having the audacity to lecture me like he has any right — this is what he deserves. Let him watch. Let him feel what it’s like to be completely powerless. Maaybe he will be more assertive in future. Take some lessons from this evening’s events.
She took another bite of Phirni, slower this time. The cold sweetness lingered on her tongue while the cool air touched her exposed pussy and ass. She could feel the tiny thong clinging to her, slightly damp now — not just from earlier, but from her own growing arousal.
The fact that she was sitting almost naked in front of another man while her husband watched from a distance… it should have felt wrong. But instead, it felt powerful. It felt like revenge. It felt like she was finally doing something for herself after months of being controlled and restricted.
Am I going too far? This isn’t like me… or is it? Maybe I’ve just been pretending to be someone I’m not all this time.
She moved away from Ustad. She looked at Rakesh and said “lets go, honey. We are really getting late!!”
Rakesh breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, the night was done.
Ustad interrupted “ Rakesh, you are drunk, let me drive you back home guys!! ”
Rakesh trying desperately to be the man “ No No..Ustad Miyan bahut meherbani, I can drive easily trust me”
Monica laughed “Stop being the Hero Rakesh, You think you can drive after putting in so many pegs, don’t create any more scene here. Give me the keys I will drive….”
Ustad looked at her “ In this way, you will drive ?, there will be people on the road…” He hinted at her bottomless state.
Monica replied casually “ I am not naked guys, I can perfectly manage. No worries. Ustad Miyan Thanks for the concern ..but if you drop us off you won’t have anything to come back and it’s really late..so trust me we will be just fine”
Rakesh did not like it but he agreed quietly. There was no point arguing with his wife right now.
As they hit the highway, Rakesh tried to push his voice,
“Monica I told you doing dishes was such a bad idea “
Monica applied brake suddenly and replied “ Rak, don’t dare yell at me, I was just trying to help him. He stays alone…. arranged dinner for a truckload of people , was really sweet in ordering desserts because I was craving sweets....and we turn out so snobbish …Really ? And you say they are your friends Rakesh .. Wahhh… ”
Rakesh cleared his throat “So…So.. you will roam naked in front of my friends”
“ Rakesh, hey wait don’t dare talk to me like that, it was just for 5 or 10 minutes and I had no choice , they fucking peed on me… What would you have done in my place ?”
“Right you have a reason for everything, and for God sake what type of panties you have started wearing these days ? I mean… the entire betting ring of Delhi will now know my wife wears such slutty thongs underneath..”
“Woa.now I have to defend my choice of lingerie to you, Listen Rakesh I just should not have come today with you… I just should have sat back home and let you bet away all your salary “
“Right Monica, so this is also my fault.. .. you becoming such a desirable slut for my friends is my fault ..correct ?”
“Fuck you Rakesh, and trust me your friends are more man than you?” Monica presses the accelerator furiously in anger…
“what do you mean Monica “
“You know very well what I mean dude. You saw…you saw… Ustad Miya’s big….thing very well… and act all naïve.huh “
“ Monica so you are comparing me to that Goonda”
“ I will if u accuse me of stuff I never intended to do .now just shut that fat mouth of yours “
Later Upon reaching Home, Monica apologized “ Hey I did not mean to hurt you, I am sorry”
Rakesh nodded ..
Monica came closer and hugged and kissed Rakesh “ hey please I am sorry , I am really sorry , trust me ..I did not mean to compare you with him, I love you “
Rakesh nodded and kissed his wife back..
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